I Hear A Lot Of People Say It But What Is Love...
That Is A Word I Don't Know The Meaning Of...
Every Time I Try To Feel The Emotion...
My Life Stops Moving In Motion...
Or She Just Drops Everything..
Like I Never Meant Anything...
That Is Okay That Is Why I Have No Heart..
It Was Ripped Up At The Very Start...
So As Everyone Explains Their Love Lives...
Ill Write About Knives...
Or How They Are Involved..
How Depression Is A Problem I Never Solved...
How Stress Is My Closest Friend...
How Happiness Is Something I Have To Pretend..
Possibly Till The End...
Or Close To It...
But Loving Someone ??? How You Suppose To Do It...
What Does It Even Mean...
Cause I Never Felt It Even In A Dream..
Or In My Imagination..
All I Ever Felt Was Separation...
Separation Of My Heart From My Chest..
So I Guess Ill Lay My Heart To Rest..
Something I Will Always Feel...
I Just Wish This Wasn't Real...
Or The Feelings Never Existed..
My Insides Feel Tangled And Twisted...
My Heart IS A Misfit Toy...
And I'm A Misfit Boy...
Nothing More Nothing Less..
Ill Continue To Live I Guess..
But Ill Never Find Love Or It's Meaning..
Not Even If I Begin To Start Dreaming..
I'm Just Not Loves Kind Of Guy...
I'll Be Single And Lonely Till The Day I Die...